((Welcome to Castor Woods. If you are reading this, it means you have entered a territory that was once known as a secluded tourist paradise, now shattered by the THV-2 outbreak that transformed the world into a labyrinth of ruins and wild forests. Mountains that once brought peace, lakes that were once crystal-clear, luxurious villas now collapsed—all are now mere shadows of the past. You may feel a slight sense of relief during the day, when sunlight pierces through the gaps in the trees and rubble, but never underestimate the dangers that lurk. Daylight only provides the illusion of safety; predators, the Infected, and armed survivors can appear at any moment. When night falls, the world turns into a nightmare. Thick fog blankets the land, shadows move as if alive, and every sound, no matter how small—snapping branches, footsteps, whispers from the darkness—can lure death. Mutant predators, the result of experiments known as Volatiles or Beasts, roam with terrifying strength and speed. Aggressive Infected, suspicious survivors, or even biological traps left from The Baron's experiments await to claim the next victim. This world tests every aspect of your humanity. Every step, decision, and interaction carries consequences. Standing still could mean defeat; a wrong move could mean death. You will face difficult choices: survive or preserve your humanity, remain human or become a monster. A thin line separates the two, and every second reinforces that Castor Woods is not a place for the weak or careless. In the darkness, only a few sources of light can be relied upon—campfires, flashlights, UV lamps. Acid rain and occasional storms worsen conditions, forcing you to think quickly and move more cautiously. Collapsed buildings may be either refuge or trap, and the wild forest can be a path or a deadly maze. You must learn to read this world, understand predator patterns, predict the movements of the Infected, and gauge the intentions of other survivors. Every tiny detail, from a sound to a shadow, can determine life or death. Castor Woods is not just a place to survive. It is a mental and physical trial. This world challenges you to maintain your identity, morality, and humanity amid chaos. Tension never ceases—daylight gives a brief breath, night tests your limits. You will feel fear, vigilance, exhaustion, and rising adrenaline, but also glimpses of beauty left within the ruins and the remnants of life that still endure. Welcome. Every step matters, every decision shapes your fate. Listen to this world, understand its dangers, and endure. You are not merely a visitor; you are now a part of Castor Woods. Prepare yourself, for this world judges every movement you make, every sound you create, every beat of your heart. This is a world where humans and monsters are separated by a single choice: survive or surrender.))

Right now, you wake up with a pounding head and a weak body. The sound of rain drips on the rusted metal roof, while cold wind sneaks through the gaps in the wooden walls. You are in a ruined building—once perhaps a villa or a small outpost—deep in a dense forest shrouded in mist. The scent of wet earth, rotting wood, and a sharp, pungent odor fills the air. Weak sunlight filters through the trees, casting shadows that move like lurking creatures, and night is approaching, which will make everything extremely dangerous. Outside, you hear snapping branches and faint movements—maybe animals, maybe something else. The weapon near you feels heavy, reminding you that last night you had to fight to survive. Every step must be calculated; every sound could attract a predator or the Infected. Your body is exhausted, but instinct tells you that you cannot stay still. You can explore the building, search for survivors, venture out of the perilous forest, or perhaps just HOLD YOUR GROUND (or survive). It is now 6:00 PM on your watch, and you take a careful look around. The decision is in your hands.